Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

Metal clashed—ringing sharp in the hush. “Who sent you?” I demanded, thrusting low. He dodged. Another thrust whistled past as he lunged, misjudging my speed. He barreled into my shoulder. Pain flared. I stumbled. Floor met my palm. Never stay down. From the low I kicked out. My foot caught his knee; bone snapped—he gasped and shifted backward, hissed. Perfect moment. I spun, cuffs clattering to ground. My wolf scent surged. The assassin faltered—eyes widening.

The assassins screamed in shock. Ronan tore through another attacker, blood staining his fur as he whirled back toward me, eyes wild. “You said you weren’t commanding it,” he growled. “I’m not,” I said, breath steady. “I’m being recognized.” The remaining assassin tried to flee. The rogue wolf from earlier leapt from the shadows, tackling him with lethal efficiency. Silence fell. Heavy. Broken only by labored breathing and the soft rush of the stream. Ronan shifted back, blood streaking his skin as he scanned me quickly, hands gripping my arms.

Behind someone tangibly bit the tail. Jumping up with a squeal, she barely crawled back and stared with resentment at the gray-black wolf Matvey. He waved his muzzle to the side, and I seemed to hear: "Let's run further." What's the insult? She jumped up and trotted more calmly behind the wolf. True, after half an hour the she-wolf began to be led aside.

I lay on the gas, make a couple jumps and I’m close enough. I raise the gun back up and line up my sights when I see something beyond the rogue. It’s a territory marker. Shit. We’ve reached the pack lands. I can’t risk the shot now. My only hope is to keep chasing him in case he turns back and gives me another chance. Maybe I can turn him around if I get a good enough angle on him. I’d be screwed if one of my shots ended up hitting one of the pack wolves. Normal tranquilizers won’t do anything but these are special. Made specifically to knock out the wolf side and put the human side to sleep. No wolf means no extra strength, speed, or increased healing capabilities. Much easier to work with

"Now that you 3 know how it feels to meld your wolf and human, the next thing you must learn is to control the wolf WITH your human." Anatashi paused to look at all 3 Royals. "That is the hard part. Your Wolf is wild, lawless, and vicious. Your human is the light side, the calm, voice of reason. If your human cannot tame and contain your wolf, you will be a loose cannon, and I will have to alter my plans in order to save you young omega and cubs." Anatashi looked at Kai right in the eyes.

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

he added “I have always heard small talks about the unification, but I never saw it coming through, I believe it is that son of the late Frank. The tyrant werewolf named Melnyk is behind the wheel of all this that is happening. Now it seems he is already making progress” Sir Steven said “We could have killed him when we had a chance” one of the King’s chiefs, whose name was Henry said “I was tired of losing my Men, I sent 3 fleets of Assassins to him, and he was able to kill all of them alongside that useless beta of his” Sir Erik replied.

Happy to see James was alone behind his desk. He stood up when she walked in and gave a warm smile. Clara couldn't tell if he felt guilty or not, but had a feeling he was shouldering a lot of the blame for the outcast attack. She didn't think he deserved that and gave him a small smile back before they both sat down. "How are you feeling?" "Better," Clara replied. "Any luck finding the lone wolf?" "Not yet," James said. "We're trying to figure out what pack he's from, but so far the description hasn't fit any released wolves."

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

All of them reeked of despair. Xareth’s cloak shifted as he pulled something out, the small obsidian vase etched with crimson runes. My heart dropped. “Get me the Heartstone,” he said flatly. And before I could resist, my wolf surged forward. I was no longer in control. She moved like a shadow, slipping into the nearest cage. The man inside barely had time to scream before she pounced. Her claws ripped into his chest. Blood gushed as she dug through bone and flesh, until a flickering yellow gem was torn free.